I Remember – #976

I remember attempting, by the current count of my failures, Thomas Mann’s Joseph and His Brothers.  Four times.  Four times, and four times a-failin’.  My lack of interest in ancient Egyptian history is so strong that I find anything set during that time period extremely difficult to read as my eyes slide off the page.  How I ever managed to finish Norman Mailer’s Ancient Evenings I will never understand (the cover of the copy I owned compared it favourably to Gravity’s Rainbow.  In no way is this comparison appropriate, and is in fact extremely unkind to Thomas Pynchon).

-24 May 2017

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I Remember – #975

I remember watching Anna play with our nephew, Fred, who was right at that age when a baby goes from a lump of crying and poo into an interactive little person.  And my heart – to pardon the cliche – beat fast and burst with love and excitement for, one day, our own little baby and the thought of watching them play together (May 2019 update – we now have our own baby, and she is wonderful, and watching them play does, indeed, gladden my heart).

-23 May 2017

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I Remember – #974

I remember walking Nadia’s son Atlas around the office while she was in a meeting.  I carried him – he was three months old, or thereabouts – over to two young women I was friends with to show him off.  Both had repeatedly expressed zero interest in children and had been quite hands off with Atlas whenever he came to the office.  And then Ashley – positive, cheerful, smiling and interacting with Atlas, but not enamoured and unwilling to hold.  And then Bridget – Eyes lit up, body language shifted to become welcoming and ready for a hold.  Clearly in love.  And Atlas’ eyes lit up as she held him.

-22 May 2017

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I Remember – #973

I remember going shopping with my sweetheart at the local Coles, and at some point noticing that she had secured three pens – well, two pens and a pencil – into her hair while at work and had then completely forgotten about them.  I would, of course, have married her on the spot if we weren’t already husband and wife.

-21 May 2017

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I Remember – #972

I remember my sister’s nomination party for a Green’s seat in QLD for the late 2017 State election, and particularly the special, heartfelt, intense moment where, after her speech, she sang Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi in front of an audience who were both pleased and somewhat perplexed.  And my father, crying a lot that night, cried heavily then.

-20 May 2017

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I Remember – #971

I remember reading in a Borges story the words, ‘the skies over Reykjavik’, and being so enamoured with the possibilities this created within me that I immediately used it as a title for a short story I wrote that very night, start to finish, and which is now irretrievably lost.

-19 May 2017

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I Remember – #969

I remember my father at a family gatherings from, oh, 2015 onwards.  He would always – always always always – bring up, apropos of nothing and unrelated to anything we were discussing, how he and my mother had 28 great years together before she died, and also how wonderful it was that their five children were all friends as adults, and how that pleased him greatly.  Every event, every time, sometimes multiple times, with little variation in the words and sentences used.  He would never require a response, either: he just wanted us to know.

-17 May 2017

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